The English-Latin noun vates /ˈveɪtiːz/ is a term for a prophet, following the Latin term. It is the origin of the English term ovate for an Irish bard. The earliest Latin writers used vātēs ([ˈwaːteːs] to denote "prophets" and soothsayers in general; the word fell into disuse in Latin until it was revived by Virgil. Thus Ovid could describe himself as the vates of Eros (Amores 3.9).
According to the Ancient Greek writers Strabo,Diodorus Siculus, and Poseidonius, the vates (οὐάτεις) were one of three classes of Celtic priesthood, the other two being the druids and the bards. The Vates had the role of seers and performed sacrifices (in particular administering human sacrifice) under the authority of a druid according to Roman and Christian interpretation. Their role therefore corresponded to that of an Adhvaryu in Vedic religion. The Celtic word vates is continued by Irish fáith "prophet, seer," and gwawd "scorn, satire, scoff" in Welsh.
It is unknown whether the Latin and Gaulish usages are cognates, or if the former should be considered a Celtic loanword. The word may be derived from a PIE root *wāt- " to inspire, spiritually arouse"; however that root cannot be shown to go back to Proto-Indo-European, since it is only certainly attested for Celtic and Germanic (though it may be present natively in Italic). Virgil uses the Latin vannus "winnowing fan" (from *wat-nos, compare Old High German wadal, modern German Wedel, with the same meaning, from *wat-lo-) for something borne about in the Bacchic festival, suggesting that the root may have had an ecstatic sense in Italic also.
Oh my baby sais she likes me (likes me, likes me)
and I think that's all right
and my baby sais she needs me (needs me, needs me)
in the middle of the night
all right, so my baby sais she wants me (wants me, wants me)
and I know that's all right
and she sais she wants be near me (near me, near me)
every day and night (every day and night)
But sometimes she drives me crazy
and I know it's something sad (I know, I know)
but my baby's got a habit
she really gets me mad when she's fighting and again and again
My baby loves to argue (argue, argue)
in the middle of the night
Every time I'm really tired (tired, tired)
she feels like picking up the fight
in the middle of the night
She don't need reasons (reasons, reasons)
is she whatever comes away
and she can take it on forever and ever (and ever)
until the dawn of day
'til I just wanna be stay out of my way
Yes sometimes she drives me crazy
and I know it's something sad (I know, I know)
but my baby's got a habit
she really gets me mad when she's fighting and again and again
She's sorry
my baby sais she likes me (likes me, likes me)
and I think that's all right
and my baby sais she needs me (needs me, needs me)
close by her side
and I think that's alright
having her by my side
Baby loves to argue
in the middle of the night
Every time I'm really tired (tired, tired)
she feels like picking up the fight
in the middle of the night
Yes sometimes she drives me crazy
and I know it's something sad (I know, I know)
but my baby's got that habit
she really gets me mad when she's fighting and again and again
Please Misses Pickafight
do some pick another fight
do some pick another fight
in the middle of the night
Please Misses Pickafight
do some pick another fight
Baby please don't pick a fight
in the middle of the night